I love Not Me! Monday created by My Charming Kids so I’ll take this time to reflect on what I did not do this past week. Please take a moment to visit MckMama’s blog and see what she has not been up to this past week.
Last week I did not accidentally drop my car keys in our garbage bin outside. Not moi! So of course I didn’t have to tip it over and dig for them either. That might have been gross and a bit embarrassing so good thing I didn’t…
I’m also not THAT mother who ends up with a horrible Target shopping experience with two young kids. So that wasn’t me who innocently grabbed a bottle of liquid fabric softner off a bottom shelf only to discover someone had left the cap almost entirely off. The motion of the grab did not spray a good 1/3 of a bottle of Downy all over the floor. And if I did I certainly didn’t curse the person who no doubt wanted to take a sniff of the scent and leave a booby trap for me.
This trip didn’t go from bad to worse when my 24 month old son started to squirm and my precious hazelnut Coffeemate creamer didn’t fly out of our cart, skid down the cereal aisle and break the top off. (Thankfully it didn’t explode). I didn’t sigh and relent to purchasing it anyway partly due to guilt and partly because it was the last one and I gotta have my creamer fix.
And it didn’t stop there. While working my way to the checkouts my 24 month old did not on purpose throw our dole fruit cups out the cart in protest of a shopping trip obviously too long and much too close to lunch and therefore nap time. It didn’t pop the seal off one of the cups causing yet another mess. I didn’t want to throw my hands up and wonder how on earth all this happened in a single trip to Target.
And because we didn’t cause Target enough grief, my very favorite Archer Farms pork link sausage (love them!) didn’t somehow get poked open. So we weren’t stuck waiting in line for quite a few extra minutes while someone obviously unfamiliar with their sausage searched high and low for them. I wasn’t ready to *gasp* scream because this shopping trip couldn’t get any worse walk out without my son’s favorite meat product because both my boys were entering meltdown mode. The meltdown mode that only a juice box and box of raisins can cure, both of which were conveniently left in our van.
Good thing I’m not that mom.